The Cherub Tank In White Coord Set He knows better than to

He knows better than to think every horse wants a rider

He walks like he’s late to a life he never chose

formerly known as Samarkand

relaxed enough to betray it

and triumphs over the romanticized notions of subjugation

The Cherub Tank In White Coord Set He knows better than toThe tank clings lightly to the body trimmed in red, embroidered with the Maschiaccio cherub like a relic of misplaced innocence. There is something vaguely Belle poque about it. The silhouette recalls old athletic undergarments, but softened into something more intimate, more exhausted. A piece intended less for performance than recovery. The cotton rib moves with a kind of casual vulnerability, as though worn continuously between sleep, cigarettes,